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She’s proud of her delicate feet, her fine ankles and shapely, slender calves, bare below her petticoat. The red shoes are her favourites. She wears them for luck, to charm the eye of – whomever. The journey was … Continue reading
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Tagged Auschwitz, Birkenau, gas chambers, Jews, Krakow, Mengele, shoes, The Final Solution, World War II
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I walk into the upholsterer’s shop. A pair of pointy black leather men’s shoes stands, as if the owner disintegrated, like the witch the house fell on in the wizard of Oz. ‘Your shoes?’ I ask the man behind the … Continue reading